the night is still young and the roads are still warm

im following these footsteps whichever path they take me cause who cares, i've lost my senses

it's like having your tongue tied and each word becomes hard to verbalize

maybe "words" are the only thing i'm good at, i'm not good to be kept around

the history repeats itself over and over i'm forced to wave goodbye to what seemed to be dreamy from afar because when i take a look closer i am but a silent burden that hangs on everyone's shoulders. it must be nice to be able to live without extreme anxiety and insecurity that transform you into a stupid clown in front of people. it might sound funny but its not, and its sad

im about to close the door and walk another five steps into the border

let's meet again when we are better for each other